put away the nukes and slay em with kindness

Bloom,
little red bud
and grow in the
wild rose that you are
Raise your briar thorns
until they scar her pretty face,
until your ****** petals
fill the air in the night
Raise them, again and again
and give praise to her forgotten beauty...

I sit down and freeze my pen,
I tear the unfinished poem apart.
I take a breath and open the shades,
I run outside to finish the poem.

all hearts are open wounds
all at different stages of being healed.

with no two voices the same
everyone wields words
with unique fingerprints.

Never
Doubt
To power
Of prayer

All ideals worth dying for
are certainly worth living for!